Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1887-07-02
Caramel.

rom MI. Punch's Manual for Young Recitefa.
Young amateur reciter, pardon the apparent alb
ruptness OF the questton-but have you ever loved
and been rejected? Because, II you have not, the
ioliow1ng poem Is beyond your scope. 1t Is dedi-
Gated exclusively to the bghted for 1t deals with
| a tragic misunderstanding between two fond
young hearts. which to some win doubtless APP
read many novel in which two lives were ship
wrecked upon rock far less substantial. Yes,
only be properly developed by that insight which
comes from bitter experience
has been nais ree1ters are Rersuaoer unaI
the varying phases OF feminine emotion in pleas
| Ing and dramatic manner. Far be it from Mr.
this talent, for the display Of which exceptional
| facilities have been provided in
THE woofNG OF THE LADY AMABEL.
In her boudoir, family perfumed by some sweet
and subtle vapor,
With the grace of lissome Incidence lies LadyAma-
And from time to time her taper fingers plunge
within a paper.
caramel.
TITS a dainty well adapted to induce sentimen-
Train Of thought, and soon her fancy fleets to
young Sir Peveril:
He is handsome, highbred, gentle, tngures nveex-
tTone of dreamy rererie.
Aado ar he has not spoken yet-she little
(Gire thus line With kind of maidenly archness
II Is more difficult to render this than you per-
. mops imagine and re should strongly detvise
Now she drops in charming girlish guilt the last
romance from Nudes
For Sir Pevenl has enteredI All his goodly face
aglow
WITH reluctance to intrude-hes quite aware his
But the Countess has assured him that he win not
be de trOp.
(Wih concerned ,ronder.) She whose mein would
grace pr1ncesses, now embodied awkwardness
AND no. eonceals, as might village maid, the blush
Wei sr his object here she guesses although
tConhdentiat aside) Like lined bird her futter-
Ing tongue Is clogged with caramel!
pause: light narrative tone) After many lame
. apology for cutting short her reading
1oung Slr PEVRRL has summoned all his courage
And with passion now is pleading. From his tone
co OF lnterceding
70 win; 1p Of da aty am%se a for has.
So he all his eloquence employs-his eyes with
Gan unconscious he's beseging surrendered
But she cannot tell him &ts~unhappily, she can
Here you should indicate slight facial contortion
Making frantic, futile efforts TO absorb her cara
(ift,nty pGssion) ooh, deem not that my burning
words boys extravaganza are
f1 Wound love 9s you with passion that my tongue
Dc dpa nd eS S@ @sa to-
her!
6sgre y But the pearly portals of her speech
Sir P, (grocing a.riety.) "Have been but over
confident-and can be dstaSteful
To the one whose guide and stay through life /
thought to have become?
Oesperatety) Then in pity let me know it,"
70, then sadty.) But with too cohesive paste
Is her dewy mouth and SO, perchance, fair ANA
bel is dumb!
"Is it time you need?" he questions with humility
pathetic,
'Neyer fear that by sudden scare your Judgment
would cOmpel!"
business here) She makes effort energetic to
resolve the seal hermetic
Of involuntary silence-but it's set in caramel!
4SF r tagdfn reIrOdchfut) "'There was time
when graciously for me you my cigar lit.
And you lowered near me as smoked, and said
you loved the smell
Were you but trif1ing with me then?-(,yih pain
fut concicttOnl-or why that sudden scarlet?'
lAstde) But she's flushing with Uer0tiOn at her
(GrieUed di9nity.) From your silence l must
gather you have acted insfncerey,
AND your little feet bleeding heart have tram
pied in the dust!
Broken accents) For loved you, all, so dearlyl
but at last see too clearly
That I've centered all my hopes on one un-
Can yon no word OF answer deign-encouragtng
or chilling?
Thrice fool Is he who seeks to touch the heart of
COQuette! rRfferIu
Since your obviously unwilling, I-(dapning hope
but stay, your eyes are filling,
Only whisper one shy syllable, in sign you love
(1ra9ic recitatiue) And she's writing In ' her an.
guish, with dreary wonder whether
She Is under the benumbing blight OF some en-
For link of honied leather locks her ruby lips to-
gether,
And the pent emotion cannot pass that gag OF
caramel!
Then Sir Peveri, with an agony he vatnly seeks to
Says: Your silence I interpret now-you are no
longer free!
Mod head ,eith m,ournfh knowingness.
But are pnghte0 to another, and regard me 'as
brother,
(Which cannot say 1care aboutY then-there's no
hope for me?' [Entend hands, palms upwdrd.
Still this silence! Then leave yot-thouEh you
care not TO be my mate,
Though you do not hold me worth the boon of cen
brief goodbye,
Should the cannibals some time eat me in Afric's
sultry climate,
may win posthumous regard entombed within
Bitter emphasis "posthumous" of a man who
Jeets htnaseg unappreciotea In lye.)
foOtStep echoes,
While his parting words are ringing In her singing
ears kHell:
And It's hers evermore to feel her life its dismal
wreck owes
To immoderate indulgence in the tempting cara
mel!
This is the legitimate and only really artistic
nnale; but the poet on rec1tlng 1t to two OF hts
auntS, found that they wept so uncontrollably
that he was obliged to compose a sedattve stanZa
which he appends here an alternative ending
Dy way OF concession TO those who resent too
heavy demand upon their tear-ducts.
Then the caramel relentS at last !-(you find the
phrase fantastic?
But it mets-although from motives not intention
ally k1nd}-
And She manages to masticate the morsel so
elastic,
AS she murmurs: sThough I've been so dumb
need you have been so blind?" Bring in uour
md,deny drchness again for last line; RAINBOW
|. erecG)
One last caution; the two concluding stanzas
are strictly alternativeso don't recite them both!
A Divers Fight with a Shark.
From the London Telegraph
A diver named Quintree had a remarkable fight
with formidable fish called the bOultous or bon